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frank searched through the carnival frantically, his emotions in turmoil. If anything had happened to Joe . . . He set his jaw grimly and went on.

Sid Solo had enlisted half a dozen of his men to help Frank. They spread out through all parts of the darkened carnival, calling Joe's name, probing into pitch-dark tents and under trucks and wagons with flashlights.

None of the people Frank questioned had seen Joe. Nor, for that matter, had anyone seen Boko the Clown.

Frank stopped to catch his breath and leaned against the side of a booth. His anger and frustration had knotted the muscles in his shoulders. He forced himself to relax, knowing that a man who loses control of his emotions weakens his own cause.

There was a long, low-pitched creaking sound above him. Frank looked up and saw that the

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carnival's giant Ferris wheel was moving-ever so slightly. Then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open with shock.

In the pale light of the full moon he could see a figure standing high above the ground in the uppermost car. It was Joe! He was blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. He was trying to feel his way out of the car.

"Joe! Sit down!" Frank screamed. "You're on top of the Ferris wheel. Don't try to get out or you'll be killed!"

Joe heeded his brother's warning and Frank sighed with relief.

"Frank!" Solo called from the distance. "Is that you? Have you found Joe?"

"We're at the Ferris wheel, Mr. Solo," Frank answered. "Come quick! We need you."

A few moments later Sid Solo burst upon the scene. "What's wrong, Frank?" he queried anxiously.

"Up there. Somebody bound and blindfolded Joe and put him on the wheel."

"Oh, no!" Solo said, horrified. He cupped his hands to his mouth and called up to Joe. "Sit tight, son. I'll have you down safely in just a minute."

He opened the plate covering the engine controls at the base of the Ferris wheel and fired the gas engine. Then he grasped the upright stick that dictated the motion of the wheel and gently eased

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it forward. Moments later Joe's car reached the ground. Frank pulled the blindfold from his brother's eyes and cut the bonds on his wrists with a penknife.

"Thanks," Joe said gratefully. "That was a close one."

"What happened?" Frank asked. "How did you get up there?"

Joe touched the back of his head and winced as his fingers made contact with the large bump. "I don't know. I was looking for Boko. I passed by the Ferris wheel, called his name, then someone clobbered me. When I came to, I stood up and that's when I heard your shout."

"Someone's going to pay for this," Frank vowed through clenched teeth.

"I hate to think that it was one of my people," Solo said, "but I did see someone slinking away as I came running."

"Who?" Frank demanded.

"I'm not sure. It was too dark for a positive identification, but it might have been Rembrandt."

"I'd like to talk to him," Frank said. "Along with Boko and Knocker Felsen."

"That goes double for me," Joe added.

A short time later the trio confronted Rembrandt, Felsen, and Boko in Solo's office. All the suspects firmly denied guilt.

"Let's get this straight," Frank said. "Boko, you

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say that you were out taking a walk alone. Is that right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, if it was just a harmless walk," Frank continued, "then why did it come right on the heels of the lie you told us about your 'wife'?"

"That's my business," the clown snarled. "Money matters are personal. I don't have to tell anybody about them."

"What about you, Felsen?" Joe asked.

"I ain't gonna account to no punks for my actions," the big carny said.

"You'd better!" Solo snapped.

Felsen looked from his employer to the Hardys, then shrugged. "I was checkin' the animals-all alone."

"That leaves you, Rembrandt," Frank said.

"I was sound asleep in my wagon."

Frank pointed out that there was not a single witness who could back up any of their stories. He added that it looked very odd, but he admitted that since he and Joe had no proof, they had no choice but to drop the matter, at least for the present.

After a good night's sleep Joe was in fine shape. The lump on his head had gone down and his headache disappeared. The boys reported to the carnival in the afternoon and found about as much happiness as a ball team on the short end of a 50-0 score.

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"We've had less than a hundred and fifty customers in the last day and a half," Solo told them. "I'm unable to meet my pay roll in full." Solo had arranged to close the carnival for an hour. He had called a meeting of all his employees, and invited Frank and Joe to attend.

The carnival people gathered under the roof of the largest tent on the lot. Some of them sprawled on the floor, others took up casual positions in the seats normally used by patrons. Everyone was glum. Solo mounted a platform and outlined the situation to them. When he explained that he could not pay full salaries that week, a loud grumbling broke out.

"Please," he said, "bear with me. We've been through hard times together before. We've survived, and we'll survive this time, too. As soon as business improves, I'll not only make up the back pay I owe, but give a bonus to every person here."

This promise seemed to help, but it was obvious that the carnival people were still not happy about the situation. Rembrandt rose to his feet. His face was hard.

"Boss, we got one big problem-the whale, right?"

Solo nodded.

"Well, I know a way to fix that," Rembrandt said. "And I sure ain't gonna waste no time doin' it."

"Wait a minute," Solo said. "It's true that the

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sooner we can do something about the whale, the faster we'll climb out of the hole. But I want to make two things clear. One, there is to be no rough stuff, and two, I don't want anything dishonest done."

Rembrandt said nothing, just smiled.

After attending to a few more details, Solo ended the meeting.

"Some of these people are in pretty ugly moods," Frank said. "I think we'd better give Biff and Tony a call and tell them to keep a weather eye peeled for signs of trouble."

Before the young detectives had a chance to get to a phone, Boko the Clown came up behind them and placed a nervous hand on Joe's shoulder. Even the grease paint could not conceal the lines of tension around his mouth.

"Can I talk to you guys?" he asked, and glanced around furtively. "Some place where nobody can hear us."

"Sure," Frank said. The three of them went to a spot near the water-boat ride. "What is it?" Frank asked.

Boko's eyes flitted about. He said nothing until he was sure he could not be overheard. Then, in a frightened voice, he whispered, "They're out to get me. And if they do, I'm a dead man!"

Frank and Joe exchanged significant glances. "Who's out to get you?" Joe asked quickly.

"I can't tell you!" Boko said, trembling.

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In his fear, the clown made a tight fist of his right hand. Frank's sharp eyes spotted a very curious tattoo. There were three blue marks on Boko's hand, one at the base of the thumb, one at the tip of the index finger, and the third at the base of the index finger. When Boko clenched his fist, these three portions joined to make a complete tattoo of a small whale. Frank made a mental note of this oddity.

The Hardys tried hard to persuade Boko to tell them more, but he refused. To their surprise, he took a thin, silver chain from around his neck and handed it to Frank. A small key was attached to the chain.

"If anything happens to me," Boko said, "I want you to go to my bunk wagon. Turn up the mattress and you'll find a loose board. There's a strongbox under the board. Open it up, and you'll know what to do."

A small group of concessionaires walked toward the trio. Boko saw them coming and he scampered away.

"We're on to something all right," Frank said. "Let's give Boko the night to calm down, then maybe he'll answer some questions for us tomorrow."

As the Hardys drove home, lightning pierced the night sky. They were scarcely in their bedroom when a fierce thunderstorm drenched the Bayport area.

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Next morning they were eating Aunt Gertrude's hearty breakfast of eggs, sausages, wheat-cakes and blueberry muffins and watching the early-morning newscast on television when the announcer said:

"Bayport police have a king-sized mystery to contend with this morning. Sometime during the night the Blue Whale belonging to Tony Prito and Biff Hooper was stolen. Tony Prito, who was standing guard, is missing and . . ."

Frank and Joe did not wait to hear any more. They delayed only long enough to tell their mother and Aunt Gertrude what had happened, then dashed out to their car. Moments later they were speeding to Tony's house. When the Hardys reached there, Police Chief Collig's car was just pulling up to the curb. Tony was in Collig's car, his clothes dirty and torn, his expression glazed.

Mr. Prito, a sturdy-looking man, dashed down the front steps and ran to his son. When Tony was settled comfortably in a chair in the living room, he told his story. Someone had slashed the tarpaulin with a knife and tried to get at the whale. Tony drove him off, but did not get much of a look at the intruder. Taking no chances, Tony decided to stand guard all night. The last thing he remembered was smelling something strange. Then he fell into unconsciousness.

"Gas! "Joe said.

Police Chief Collig nodded agreement. Tony

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had awakened less than an hour before, near the entrance to the carnival.

"Those people are responsible!" Mr. Prito stormed. "They should be prosecuted!"

Chief Collig pointed out that no matter what they suspected, they had no proof. Tony's father reluctantly had to admit this was true. Mrs. Prito, still shaken by the night-long vigil waiting news of Tony, fussed like a mother hen over her son.

"I'm okay," Tony insisted. "Forget about me. There's only one thing I want." He turned to Chief Collig and the Hardys. "Find that whale!"